He grabbed his messengers bag and made sure that the books he needed were in it. He then whistled to Pavarotti goodbye, quickly poking his finger through the bird’s cage to stroke his feathers. He made sure to check he had plenty of food and water before he headed downstairs to quickly cook himself up a mushroom and cheddar omelet along with a glass of orange juice. He soon hurried outside to power walk to the bus stop..

Once he got to school, he forced himself to calmly strut down the halls, courage and confidence pulsing through his body. Mercedes, who was just taking out her Chemistry book from her locker, looked down the hall and saw Kurt. She zeroed in on his expression carefully, simply frowning as she closed her locker and hurried on over to his side She took it as a good opportunity to lock her arms with his, placing a fake smile to her brown-glossed lips.

Kurt looked over at her and smiled widely. “Well hello there, diva!” Kurt greeted brightly.

Mercedes sarcastically laughed in short of Kurt's greeting before straightening her face into something that clearly read: boy-don’t-lie-to-me-I-can-see-right-through-you. “What's the deal, Kurt?”

Kurt chuckled and shook his head. “What do you mean?” he asked, a bit of obviousness in his tone.

Mercedes forced Kurt over to one of the rows of locker and moved away from him, popping a hip to the side as she put her knuckle on that popped hip. “Kurt, you have that expression on your face whenever you like someone. First Finn, then Sam, and now...I don't know. Who is he?” asked Mercedes, now a relaxed and smiley expression to her features.

Kurt ignored the alarming feeling in his heart. What would Mercedes think, let alone do, if she knew the person that was causing this mood to come upon Kurt? He just shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” he said in a voice as convincingly as Kurt could muster.

Mercedes rolled her eyes at Kurt. “I'm gonna find out sooner or later.”

“Find out what?” asked a voice behind Kurt. His step brother stood behind him.

“Kurt's crushing on someone and he won't tell me who,” said Mercedes in a disappointed tone.

Finn just chuckled. Kurt rolled his eyes and kept his smile on. “Well, if you two will excuse me, I have French to get to,” said Kurt with a smug smile as he pushed passed the two and strutted down the hall to the French classroom.

Blaine looked down at a letter in his hands as all of the Glee kids chatted away in their own happy moods. After a moment of thinking, he looked up. Kurt had somehow been the first to look back. “Guys, settle down,” he said as he called for everyone's attention.

The room settled down and gave Blaine their attention simpler than Blaine had thought they would.

“We are now required to do four songs at Sectionals,” announced Blaine.

Everyone looked at each other, whispering and murmuring random things about the news. Usually they only had to do about two or three. Four was big and exciting news to them.

“So what does that mean?” asked Kurt, the only one who’s head wasn’t turned to the side to gossip about this news.

Blaine looked at Kurt for a moment before speaking. He looked at the class and let out a tough sigh. “That means practice for Sectionals starts now. We all need to work together to choose a set list and be the best that we can be. I want you guys to be better than what I saw last year. I'm already beginning to choose ones to do solos,” explained Blaine.

Kurt looked down at his hands on his lap. He saw us at Sectionals last year...that means he saw me last year, he thought to himself, his heart racing at this thought.

Everyone all yelped in excitement. Rachel smiled sighed and motioned her hands for everyone to shush. “It's okay, Mr. Anderson. You can tell everyone how I'll have all the solos. It's the only way for us to win,” said Rachel in her overly-perky voice.

“Okay, that's it!” exclaimed Santana, who now jumped to her feet and lunged at Rachel. Rachel ignored Santana with a big and proud smile as everyone grabbed Santana and held her back, Santana screaming useless words in Spanish.

“Enough!” yelled Blaine in a very authoritative voice.

Santana yielded and glared at him, plopping down in her seat after everyone did the same. “Rachel, you're only getting one solo,” said Blaine who stood at his desk and took out the list of artists they were allowed to do. He got up and began writing them on the dry erase board. “Now, these are the artists we're allowed to sing at Sectionals. I need you guys to come up with the first song to practice on Monday,” he said as he continued to write the artists down.

“Wait...I only get one solo? Th-th-that can't be! There's no way we're gonna even place 1st or 2nd without me doing all the solos!” Rachel ranted on..

Everyone tuned her out. “Wait...so who's getting the other three solos then?” asked Quinn in a rather confused voice.

Blaine kept his mouth shut for a moment, knowing the exact answer to that. He knew he shouldn't announce it yet. It was still too early. “You guys will know Monday,” said Blaine.

Oh great...today's Friday, thought Kurt, disappointed. He wished it was Thursday so he could have one more day to be able to see Blaine after school.

Rachel's mouth just hung opened, glaring at the back of Blaine's head. “How is this possible?” she asked herself aloud. Kurt heard her and rolled his eyes, patting her shoulder. She didn't even move or let out another sound.

Kurt got in line at the town's best place to hang out on Friday's after school. Lima Bean. Although everyone was getting ready for the big football game tonight against an undefeated team from Chardon, Kurt decided to spend time here. Kurt was never one for football games after he played that one game to try and act like he wasn't gay for his father. So he went to hang out on his own at Lima Bean every since. He couldn't wait for football season to be over so that everyone would start to come back and hang here with Kurt every Friday instead of him being all on his own. He had his new issue of Vogue, so he was as satisfied as possible. He walked up to the counter and ordered a large non-fat mocha.

When Kurt got his mocha, he turned around to head towards the counter where he could add chocolate, vanilla, sugar, cream, you name it. He froze at the site of a familiar person sitting at the farthest table by the window. Blaine...Mr. Anderson.

His mouth dropped and soon, he shook his head and let out a sigh, turning to the counter and began dumping sugar and cream into his mocha. After that, he decided to pretend he didn't see Blaine at all. So carefully, he found the last empty table and sat down. It was about three tables away from Blaine's. He shook his head, once again, at this situation and got out his Vogue magazine and began looking over the new Fall trends.

“Kurt?” asked a voice in front of Kurt's table.

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine standing before Kurt, a smile on his lips. “Mr. Anderson, what a coincidence it is to see you here,” said Kurt, trying not to act as if he had been hoping Blaine would come over.

Blaine shrugged and laughed, looking down at the empty seat. “I know, right? Can I sit here?” he asked as he pointed to the empty seat.

Kurt motioned to the chair as an invitation. Blaine sat down and looked at his coffee. “Non-fat mocha, eh? Somehow I knew that'd be your choice.” His voice was friendly and personal. Nothing Kurt expected from a teacher outside of school.

Kurt looked at Blaine's coffee. “Let me guess. A Drip?” he asked in return, a smile to his lips.

Blaine chuckled and slowly nodded his head. “Yes,” he answered. “You come here often?” he then asked.

“If I wake up dead-tired on a school day, I'll come here and grab a coffee for the day. But other than that, I come here almost every Friday after school,” answered Kurt.

“I only just started coming here. The coffee is so amazing. But anyways....I'm glad I ran into you. Now I can tell you the great news,” said Blaine in an excited tone.

Kurt took a sip of his mocha and raised his eyebrows as he sat his mocha back down, placing his magazine down as well as he looked at Blaine. “Do tell,” he encouraged with a big smile. This had to be good, at least, Kurt hoped.

“You get the three main solos.”